The sounds of swords clashing sounded throughout the air—the gleam of the sunlight reflected in the shiny steel sword held by a man without any shirt.
This man was not too muscular and not too thin; he was athletic. His feet skidded in the ground as he got knocked back a meter away from his original position.
The man panted as he looked at the woman in front of him. The woman wore simple leather armor, and she stood in the sun with her sword.
"Cass, as your brother-in-law, you should give me some slack."
The man patted down his dirty shorts as he tried to reposition himself in a better way. Suddenly, his instincts told him to dodge as he felt cold air near his neck. He looked down and saw a sharp blade a few centimeters away from his skin.
"Caro, it's precisely why I've been training you hard. I can't protect Yoru by myself."